Tales of Ordinary Sadness

With Randall, the jury is still out. Tales of his own life are as strange as the very stories he writes. In a sense, Randall is a legend in his own front room…a loner, a sexual omnivore, a well-hung eunuch, a holy drinker…tender, belligerent…a contradiction…these are exceptional stories that come pounding out of a violent, depraved mind…you cannot read tales of magic suits, talking jackets and deformed hands, and ever come away the same again.